His arms wound about her waist, pulling her tighter to him as she held onto his shoulders. His smile hidden between thier lips. Had anyone told him a week ago that he'd be kissing Pansy Parkinson, late at night in the Astronomy Tower, he would have thought they were off thier rocker. And yet, here he was.
He didn't know how long the kiss was held for, nor did he know how long it should last before becoming awkward. And so, slowly, he broke the kiss. Eyes dark, brow furrowed, he really didn't know what to say or do, so he held her. Waiting for her to say something.